Stress Relief (Wulf)

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Sometimes being of a race of immortal beings with nifty little tricks comes in handy. Like say, when a certain little Grace wanted to peek in on a certain shifter.

Her finger dripped the silvery looking water in the bowl she kept out in the gardens after having stirred it, watching the image form and take shape. A small sigh left her lips as she looked at the gleam of sweat over the swell of muscle that strained, running in rivulets from soaked blonde hair. Her fingertips traced lightly just over the surface of the water as not to disturb it as she watched Wulf in his workout, noting the stress lines around his eyes and over his brow.

A small pout formed on her lips. There was something greatly vexing her puppy. Staring at that handsome face she smiled slowly as she sought him out, turning her thoughts to his location. If anyone needed her particular brand of stress relief it was certainly her Wulf. And perhaps a few of the talents she'd learned from her BFF as well. One doesn't hang out with the Goddess of Love for centuries upon centuries without sharing a few secrets here and there. Sure, she didn't have the mystical side of Ditie's gifts but there were somethings that made magical all on their own.

Feeling the power surge and well within her she closed her eyes, blowing a kiss to the image in the bowl causing it to ripple and distort even as she faded into the ether from the little gardens.

The air was a bit chill and the scent of chlorine was strong as she appeared at the door of the swimming pool in the Oasis. She could hear the clink of weights in the other room and had to supress a giggle between tightly closed lips as she tilted her head and reached behind her neck to slip the catch on her dress and let it fall to the tiled floor before she walked lazily toward the pool.

About halfway to the pool she stepped out of the next to nothing pink undies and let them lay where they dropped. The little giggle slipped from her lips in the darkened room, the moonlight streaming through the windows as she took and running leap into the pool. But there was no elegant swan dive for her. That just wouldn't do, and would provide the same sound she desired. Besides, it just wasn't her style. Why do things the typical way when you can have a little more fun with it.

As she reached the edge of the deep end she jumped and tucked her knees up, holding them to her as she did a cannonball into the pool, creating a HUGE splash as she parted the waters and sank deep, deep down, staying on the floor of the deep end for quite some time, not really needing to surface any time soon. but after a moment she pushed off, gliding along between the waters warm embrace as it slid over her skin and through her hair as she sailed along like a fish in the waters toward the other side. That should bring him to investigate, she thought to herself with a grin.

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

You make it up as you go along.
Why pretend that you're something that you're not?
I believe in you and always will.
Ever since you told me you're frill inside.
Emotional mood swings soon collide.
Now gather up all your tenacity.
Take my hand 'cause I'm settin' you free.

Breath in... Breath Out.... Breath in... Breath out... Go through the motions with no other thought than to just be. Thats what Wulf told himself as he hefted the unreal load of weights up and down over his chest. The physical activity took his mind off the wealth of problems weighing his mental shoulders down. So much shit had happened lately that he felt on the verge of exploding if he didn't do something to keep himself busy and the OASIS seemed to be the only recourse. The gods knew Brom and Ty had both taken to disappearing if he walked into a room so he suppose he looked like a bomb just waiting to combust.

With a final clank, the huge Viking let the bar fall back in its retainer and laid on the bench a moment, letting his heartbeat recede a bit. Reaching for the towel by his side, he picked it up and blotted the sweat of his eyes before sitting up and rising to his feet.

Standing at well over 6'6", the ancient warrior was a hulking figure with a lethal air about him. The multitude of battle scars that lined his skin he wore with pride and the black symbols decorating his pecks and arms where proudly displayed. There was absolutely nothing soft about his appearance although his frame was deceptively slender. His was the body of a warrior and he held himself with the confidence yearned from a millennium of battles won by the sweat of his own brow and the lose of his own blood. In essence, he was the epitome of what every male hoped they would come to be. And completely unaware of that very fact.

Which only made him more of a mystery.

Discarding the soiled towel, the huge Viking was just leaning down to pick up his tshirt when the sound of a splash meet his ears. Frowning, he turned his head just a bit and caught the ripple of cascading waterfalls returning to their original habitats. Having thought he had the place to himself, he forgot about dressing and strolled out of the weight room and into the cool atmosphere of the pool. Immediately, his focus was pulled to the slim form rising from the water and he felt his mouth drop for the second time in as many days.

HOLY SON OF MARY.

The Vision that greeted his eyes was a goddess in her natural form. Quite literally in fact. The blond that came into focus was the very same woman who'd been brave enough to tease a hungry wolf and leave him with the worst set of blueballs he'd ever had just a few weeks about in his own damned club. Now... now she was naked in his pool and his own body reacted in ways it hadn't to any other woman.

Gods... Didnt you just love them when they decided to make you suffer.

Moving forward through the darkness, Wulf padded until his feet were on the edge of the water and scowled down at the beauty. His expression was fierce even as he tried to pretend nonchalance.

"Well, well, what have we here? Looking to get eaten, goddess? Because thats was happens to intruders around these parts...."

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Surfacing just short of the cement wall that contained the warm waters, the little Grace tread water as she looked up at the towering figure standing a scant two feet away from her. Water swirled lazily around her form as she moved in those slow, sure movements, the light of the moon making her pale skin almost glow in the moonlight as she started at his toes and let her gaze travel slowly up along the long, lean frame of the man before her, that looked nearly palpable as a touch as she reached his face and smiled.

Her mouth opened to make a comment on his words but she hesitated, that impish gleam in her eyes as she closed her mouth again and leaned backward, propelling herself lazily backwards, floating through the sparkling waters. Dirty jokes were in her repertoire but...she bypassed them this night.

"Hmmm... well one, you'd have to catch me first and I just don't think you're up to that challenge puppy, wearing yourself out the way you'd been. And two..." she paused as she reached the middle of the pool and laughed lightly, letting that power drift on the air, pushing away the heavy sense of foreboding that clung to the atmosphere of the spa, replacing it with a lighter, gayer feel, chasing the shadows and lingering doubt back a bit.

The tip of her tongue touched the inside of her top lip lightly before she smiled. "What makes you so sure that getting caught isn't exactly what I want?"

Ross was feeling playful and playful was just what the wolf needed right now...

...Among other things, she thought as she looked at his body and grinned.

"But that doesn't mean that I'm going to make this easy on you."

Oh yes she just could resist baiting the wolf. Aside from the black sheep brother of his, she had a feeling that most others were entirely too serious around the shifter, either respecting his position and responsibilities or fearing the man. That just wasn't healthy for a person in her book. Everyone needed some silliness, some frivolity in their lives.

They needed laughter and whimsy. Such an oft' overlooked need, the beings of this time had forgotten the importance of gaiety and laughter in their lives. The way it released the stress that living could cling to so fervently. How it balanced the graveness of their existence. How very vital it was! It lightened the heart and the load and gave one the strength and courage to go on living and facing the trials that the other Gods placed before them.

Such a vital thing!

And her growling, tightly strung Wulf needed just that before he snapped from the strain. Such a thing was bad enough among regular mortals but in his case it was particularly dangerous to both himself and those around him.

Quirking a brow she smiled widely and met his ice blue eyes as she spoke. "You up to the challenge shifter?" she whispered on the still air of the pool, letting it drift over to him like a tickling fog before she dove down under the waters, her feet splashing water across the surface of the pool to sprinkle him lightly as she torpedoed to the floor of the pool and turned in a slow arc to look up through the shifting glimmers at the figure above.

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

There's another world inside of me that you may never see
There's secrets in this life that I can't hide
Somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find
Maybe it's too far away, maybe I'm just blind
Maybe I'm just blind
So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared and love me when I'm gone
Everything I am and everything in me
Wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down even if I could
I'd give up everything if only for your good
So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared you won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone, love me when I'm gone

Was she for real? Had she no worry for her own pretty neck? Baiting a full grown wolf was one thing.. Baiting on ancient like himself was another. That took guts and if there was one thing Wulf admired more than anything else.. It was when someone had the nerve to call him on his own game. There weren't many in the world who could do that and live to tell of the experience. He might be the leader of the Council but he hadn't assumed that position by being anyones whipping boy. His hands had flowed red with the blood of many an enemy before he'd even learned the art of diplomacy. She was either nuts and had more guts than any other woman he'd known. Of course, she was a goddess so that might explain why she wasn't the least bit intimidated by his growl. Hers was a power even older than his own.

As she tossed the challenge into his face and then dove under the water, Wulf felt his brow arch. Her slim form skimmed underneath the surface like a sleek mermaid just waiting to be caught. Without any further though, he shucked his own pants and dove into the water after her. Having grown up in the wilds of the Scotland coast, he and his brothers had spent many a summers cliff diving from the rocks of the coast and learning how to swim against a hard tide. The cool blue of the pool was no contest to his superior strength and he quickly out paced the blond before she could even come up for air.

In a movement that would have made a fish proud, he grasped her waist and tugged her back down to the bottom with him. As her eyes widened, the wolf grinned and then took her lips in an underwater kiss that was erotic and passionate all at one time. The weight of the water around them made it seem as if they were in their own little world away from all the duties and responsiblites lurking on the surface.

Unfortunately, such a game could only last so long and the Viking pulled away as they broke through the top and into the life giving air above.

"Now, lass...Didn't your mother tell you its not polite to tease a starving beast?" he chided, a slow, sexy smirk spreading over his face as he pulled her against him. "In my day, a naked woman in the water was a gift from the gods and whatever warrior could capture her could claim her as his woman...."

Letting his hands roove down her back to other parts, he leaned forward to kill her again and then let his stubbly chin rub against her neck as he nibbled here and there.


"You taste better than any sweet I've ever had, my beauty...Now that you've gotten my attention... Pray tell, do you plan to leave me as you did the last time? I might not be so forgiving hte second go around.... "

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Bubbles erupted from her lips, expelling the air in her lungs as she was caught and the soundless laugh trickled from her lips. But those lips were captured as he pulled her in close to him, skin gliding over skin in the warm waters of the pool their hair lifted and lazily swirled around their heads as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and hands cupped the base of his skull, cradling it as she returned the kiss. Lips and tongues glided and grazed one another slowly, hungrily as her legs tangled with his.

It was quite possibly one of the best kisses she had ever received in all her hundreds of years. Which was saying a LOT!

As they broke the surface the sharp gasp of air wasn't exactly from the lack of breath under the water. Oxygen wasn't exactly required for her. It wasn't like she would drown.

Those hazel eyes of hers, now turned a more vibrant blueish shade, stared into his, her head tilted back to look up at him as they tread water and she listened to his words, chuckling lightly as she dragged a hand through his wet hair, brushing it back from his face as her fingernails lightly dragged over his scalp.

"A naked woman in the waters in my day meant one should be more wary." she countered softly, her legs wrapping around his waist to anchor herself to him. It was an....interesting position to say the least and one she knew he was likely to appreciate. "One never knew when some wiley little nymph was waiting to seduce a man to his death in the depths of the Sea, him smiling the entire time."

Her head tilted back as she met that second kiss, falling back further as the tickle and abrasion of that stubble and the heat and surprising softness of those lips tickled along her slender neck as the water lapped between them.

Eyes closed as she reveled in the intoxicating feel of being in this powerful creature's arms and the skill of his hands and lips, she sighed happily, smiling as his words tickled her ear even as his chin tickled her throat that she bared so trustingly to him.

"Ah my darling puppy, I don't plan to leave anytime soon this night. I sought you out, sensed your need. Let me help you Wulf" Her words were softly spoken as her hands slid over his shoulders and halfway down his biceps before skimming back up to his neck and shoulders, cupping his face and drawing it up to look into his eyes.

"Let me ease the burdens you carry even if it's only for a few stolen hours. The weight of your conscience drags you under and suffocates you. It's not good for you and I would see you living a long and happy life despite the responsibilities you carry the burden of."

As happy-go-lucky that the Grace was on a regular day there was a hint of seriousness in her tone. Fingertips traced over his face lightly, thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "A face like this should be smiling, at least a smirk of wicked whimsy from time to time. And if there's one thing I'm good at...it's making people smile." she said, her grin infectious as she looked into his eyes.

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

You can't give up, looking for a diamond in the rough
You never know when it shows up
Make sure you're holding on
'Cause it could be the one, the one you're waiting on
'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
And everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
There's gotta be somebody for me, oh
Nobody wants to be the last one there
And everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody for me out there


The way the goddess kissed him made him believe in heaven. The feel of her body against his and the wrap of her slim legs around his hips made him groan with a maddening sense of desire. She was going to driving him insane. He just knew it.

Hell, she was probably COUNTING on it.

Growling into her throat, Wulf propelled them back until they came to rest against the side of the pool. Gently, he pressed into her so that her back was against the cool cement and then pulled away to look into her eyes. Her words provoked two reactions from him and he wasn't sure which one he trusted. It was far easier to get angry but he was tired.... So tired of being angry and frustrated.

"Goddess, I hope you don't imply that you come to me out of pity." he snarled in a low tone even as he impaled her with his icy blue eyes. "I don't need your pity if that is why you give yourself to me. Any woman who warms my bed will be as hot for me as I am her."

Then, forcing himself to study her carefully, he sighed. Whatever game the woman was playing, she was right about one thing. He did have the weight of the world on his shoulders. With the Apocolapyse on the horizon, a were civil war brewing and his sisters dead mate showing up out of thin air, alive and breathing, after a thousand years of being dead? Hell, he'd be lucky if he lived out the next week without exploding.


"I'm sorry.... I'm sure you mean well." he finally said, dropping his forehead to hers even as he closed his eyes and tried to regain the frivolity of before. "Forgive me if I question your motive... It is rare that anyone besides my family does anything for me that does not cost in some way. Even then, there is usually something they need or want in return."

Oh, by all the gods, when had he taken to being a nancy and getting into the whole Oprah show and share thing? And why the hell was he talking to some goddess who'd probably take it off to Olympus and share it with the others for a good laugh?

Shit, maybe HE was the one losing it.

Pulling away a bit, the huge Viking looked everywhere but at the woman. The grim set of his lips spoke of hard suppressed emotions and a lifetime of the burden of leadership. He was a man unaccustomed to sharing his inner most thoughts with anyone and the wear it had caused was obvious in the soft moonlight shining down through the sky glass.

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Leaning back against the cool wall of the pool as he pressed her against it, it made the heat rolling off his body even more intense in every centimeter of skin that touched his, inflaming her more. She smiled a little sadly at the defeated look on his face. He was so, so very tired. The wariness and weariness showed through those eyes of his as she listened patiently to his words.

There was the quirk of one eyebrow at the growled remark about pity, her grin twisting slightly, wryly as she surprisingly remained silent, letting him dig himself a little deeper. Her fingertips traced slowly, almost lazily up and down his bare chest as she listened to him apologize and explain himself, knowing it was an unusual happening from the threads of strain and discomfort in his tone.

That in itself was enough to tickle and warm the cockles of that immortal heart, making her feel strangely connected to this supernatural mortal. Of all the Olympians she was the one that perhaps admired mortals the most; their inventiveness, the way they made themselves immortal through the arts, and their sheer tenacity for living. They were curious and amazing at the same time.

Without speaking a word she ran her hand through the water, splashing it up and into his face as she giggled and slipped downward in the water quickly, sinking enough to slip between his legs and glide up to the surface behind him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as her chest pressed against his back and her chin rested on his shoulder near his ear. "Silly Wulf." she whispered and nibbled at his earlobe. "Of course it's going to cost you and I assure you that this will be about getting something I want very much, something I need."

Her voice was still playful, light, but there was an unmistakable undercurrent of something else in there in her tone, a huskier quality that spoke of passion. "But I doubt it's a cost you'd be unhappy to pay and I assure you...I won't be the only one getting something I want..or need." Her words trailed off as she licked a droplet of water off his neck in one long, slow swipe of that little pink tongue before kissing to the meaty area where the neck met the shoulder and fluttering kisses lightly across the back of his neck to the other side and back up his neck to the other earlobe.

Another playful flick of tongue was given there and a tug of teeth before she spoke. "And pity? Well..in a way yes, it is there. I pity you that you have so many responsibilities that eat away at that spark of yours, that fire that makes you so delicious and tempting. It weakens you and I'd not have that. I want you to be the fiery, strong, bold being you are. But if I hadn't been seeking you out tonight before I felt that weight on your soul I would never have know it was there."

Her little confession to spying on him was there. For the most part she was rather honest all in all. Sometimes bending the truth but in this there was no lie at all, even a little white one. Her hands slid down his arms and slowly slid under them to run up his chest inch by agonizingly slow inch as she went on.

"I am immortal. A Goddess. I have no need to manipulate anyone for what I want. There is always someone out there willing to give me whatever I need. I don't need your money. I don't need your protection. I don't need your power and could care less about the little Council that everyone is so concerned about. Politics are of no interest to me. Rulers are like Gods Wulf; they come and they go, they fall in and out of favor at Fate's whim. There once was a time when my kind received sacrifices daily. We were flooded with the beseeching prayers of mortals that sought help and favor. Worshiped on high with reverence and awe. But look at us now...We nothing more than myths, legends, and the basis for awesome television shows. From revered to pop icon status. It's a mighty large fall, ...for some. But life, laughter, love, all that is enternal. It goes on in the darkest of days and thrives and blossoms when turmoil and chaos are at their worst. THAT is what I live for and keeps time and indignities from tarnishing my outlook and making me angry and bitter.THAT is what I want from you Wulfy. I want you to live, thrive, love, laugh...my only price."

The end of her words were soft but impassioned, the little Grace speaking as she so rarely did from a stance of seriousness and reverence.

"But pity? Pity has nothing to do with what I want to do with you puppy." she smiled as she used that little pet name for him. Slipping around to his side and capturing his lips in a slow kiss, her left hand sliding around and down his back, gripping a good handful of that magnificent tush that she'd first seen a week ago.

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

Against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the price is always worth the fight
Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live like you're never living twice
Don't take the free ride in your own life
If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had?



The words she spoke where of the same vein he himself lived by. As one of the oldest immortals on earth, his position was one that allowed him virtual freedom of thought and deed even if it came with the cost of responsibility. Responsibilities he'd gladly taken up for the good of the masses. It hadn't really been his CHOICE but it had been neccessary.

Sometimes it really sucked being the honorable type. He might be a barbarian but his father had taught him that a good ruler always put others first and protected those weaker than himself. It was as engrained in him as the battle tactics drilled in since the cradle.

And then the moment shifted.

The woman was playing with fire and Wulf was on the verge of blazing out of control. Did she have any idea what those little taunts and teases did to him? The beast inside was already pushed beyond all comprehension and then she had to go and raise the stakes just a bit higher.


By the gods, The goddess was definitely asking for it.

There was only so much provocation a man could take and her teasing had just crossed the line. With a speed that amazed even him, his hands whipped out to grab her and pull her hard against his body. The kiss he laid upon her lips was not one of a gentle lover but of a man who'd lost his ability to control his own impulses. The wolf inside wanted her and he meant to have her.

May the Gods help her if she tried to resist because Wulf wasn't sure he could let her go if he wanted to.

What was that song he'd heard blasted through some country radio station? A little less talk, a lot more action? Yeah, thats what he was thinking too. He was tired of words and had always been more of an action sort of guy. Call him old fashioned but he was a man who believed that it spoke louder than anything he could have said aloud.


"Ban-dia (goddess), I hope you mean those word for I'm about to test them." he said with a growl when he finally broke the kiss. "I will not let you go this night till the moon crosses over and the sun is high on the horizon."

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There was a small, startled sound that left her lips as she was grabbed and kissed like there was no tomorrow. And to her, well there wasn't. At least not in the traditional sense. Every day was just another one in eternity. Centuries will do that to a person.

Her arms wrapped around those shoulders as she welcomed the heat and fierceness of the kiss, her tongue meeting his, parrying, and exploring even as her slender legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him tighter to her.

He was glorious and she had no doubts he would make an unforgettable lover. His fierce nature alone would lend strength to his loving. His supernatural side, endurance. But it was that primal spark of who he was, what made him...him that would be the deciding factor.

That growl sent shivers up her spine as she clung to him in the waters, her fingernails lightly running down his back and up again hard enough to leave faint pink marks in their wake. Chest pressed to chest she could feel his heat and the heavy pounding of his heart as it thumped straight into her own chest as it sent jolts of excitement to places south where another rather prominent proof of his own desire throbbed against her. It would only take a slight shift and rise of hips and.....

Her eyes were slightly unfocused as he spoke, the color of them a vibrant, almost glowing shade of blue like an animal caught in lights. Her voice was a little hoarse and thick with the desire flooding her veins and spiking her senses. Oh she could -totally- understand Ditie's little indiscretion with the God of War if he was anything like this proud warrior in her embrace.

"You'd have to pry me away with a crowbar." she confirmed his assertation as she gazed into that rugged, handsome face. One hand raised to grip a handful of that beautiful mane and held it tight as she dipped in to taste him again, mouth hungry on his as her hips squirmed and shifted against him. Her kisses were passionate, laced with the power of a god that sent little tingles of electricity through lips and tongue. It took a lot to make her inherent gifts to rise without being called. Her father, famed for his lightening as he was for his loving, had passed on a touch of this gift.

In most instances it served as protection (and occasionally to kick start a dead battery!) but in this instance it served to give the shifter warrior the most pleasantly electrifying kiss he'd ever received in his long, long life.

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

Well I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

It was a good thing that Wulf was made of sterner stuff than most mortal men or he suspected that he would have been burnt alive. As it was, he felt as if he was on fire and she was the only cure for his ailment. It was a feeling so foreign to his nature that it took him a moment to realize that the control he held so rigid at all other times was complete putty in her hands and to her wishes.

And, by the gods, he didn't even seem to mind.

The touch of this goddess was laced with electricity and spine tingling intrigue. Oh, he'd know that being with her would be like none other but this... this was beyond all his imaginations. He'd never felt such intense pleasure and it worried him that she could effect him to such a degree.

Not enough for him to pull back of course.... But enough to make note of for later evaluation.

When they finally came up for air, the viking wrapped his arms around her body and supported her with his strong arms. A groan of pleasure was torn from his throat as their bodies moved in unison and he dropped his forehead down on hers.

"Goddess, you could kill a man with such antics....... but..... It would take a man stronger than me to protest. At least if I die this night, I will die having heaven in my arms." he drawled out huskily. "However, I find that while water might be fun.... I prefer beds."

In a flash, the ancient warrior pulled her tight against him and shifted them both to his massive bed at the mansion.

"Aye.... much better for such activities..." he finished before dipping his lips to the hollow of her throat. "Don't you agree, lass?"

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A small chuckle escapes the Grace's lips as she hears his honey sweet words. Her arms? Heaven? Well...it was good to know she was not the only one effected by the kiss, even if she doubts that such a heaven could be found in herself.

There is no surprise nor shock as she is transported, her arms never leaving their embrace of her proud warrior, reveling in the feel of his flesh under hers, against hers, the heat of his skin infusing her own even as the little goosebumps rise over her own flesh from the shift. Finding herself on the flat of her back in the large gloriously outfitted bed should have bothered her, that surrender of control but in truth it was more intoxicating than off putting, her head easing into the pillow as she twined her limbs with his.

Her chin lifting to give him better access to her throat, an entirely trusting posture for her, her fingernails trail slowly through his damp locks as a soft gasp leaves her throat. He stirs a heat within her the likes of which she hasn't felt in ages. Only the God of Wine and Revelry even came close to what she feels at the moment and that is even a distant second. It was odd that a mortal could do so to her, she thought vaguely before the thought flittered from her mind almost as rapidly as it entered. The Grace was very much a live in the now kinda gal.

The softened, warmed purr of her voice vibrates the skin against his lips as she answers him, "I couldn't agree more."

One hand slid down his side and over a bare hip before caressing over his bared bottom and back up. "In fact...I think I can show you just how much I agree."

Long legs wrap around him as she dips her head down, raising his lips to her own and stealing a kiss, nipping at him bottom lip and pulling it out slightly as her tongue glanced over it before letting it slip through her teeth. A low thrum of electricity hummed through her, not even as sharp or crackly as static electricity, the feeling of the energy jumping between their tightly pressed bodies a warm, soothing pulse that seemed to amp up her already heightened state. Tonight the selfishness of those Olympian immortals would serve them both well as she claims him for her own, even if only for this night, stealing him away from the turmoil and conflict of the world around them.

This night there was only the two of them in the world, an isolated bubble to enclose themselves. Reaching out with her gifts she sent a charge through the phone lines to the house, disrupting the signals and shutting down the phones to keep them from being interrupted. As she kisses and nips at him, making lazy paths to and from his lips to his neck and earlobes in a slow, lazy circuit she whispers to him, her back arching up against his frame to press herself against him, needing to feel that touch and connection on ever square inch of her skin, "One day I shall show you Olympus and the gods there will grow green with envy at the sight."

Hips shifting to align her body with his she smiles up at him. "But tonight...let's enjoy the world of mortals and all it's delights." What was to come was inevitable and soon and before she lost her wits too much she summoned a few things to be waiting for them once their needs were sated, if only briefly between long luxurious sessions of passion.

A bronzed tray appears on the dresser with strawberries, chocolate sauce, whipped creme, and a bucket of chilled champagne. Two glasses perch beside the bucket of ice that holds the beverage. Later she would summon a feast for him, meats to keep his strength up, oysters to entice his libido even though she doubts that needs any help at all.

A large smile spreads her playful lips as she gazes at him, a brushing his hair back from his face with one hand. "Take me Wulf...now." she whispered fervently into the dim light of the room, her heart beating hard and fast in her chest.

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

I love the way ya move tonight
Beads of sweat drippin' down your skin
Me lying here - n' you lyin' there
Our shadows on the wall and our hands everywhere
Let's make out - let's do something amazing
Let's do something that's all the way
Cuz I've never touched somebody
like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go...



How long had it been since he'd taken a lover into this bed? Had he ever? He didn't think so. Usually such encounters were taken in the back room of the club or in other places because his home was sacred. None of his one night stands had ever earned the right to step inside these hallowed halls and the wolf guarded his privacy fiercely.

This thought alone made Wulf realize just how much this goddess effected him.. and it scared the living hell out of him.

It had been so long since he'd felt anything but the superficial need for release and a warm body that he realized with a start that Ross was the first woman to ever enter the sanctuary of his bedroom. How and went had she moved beyond a casual acquaintance in his mind to someone he hadn't hesitated to bring into the one place that all others had been barred from? The one place he was vunerable and unguarded?

By the gods.... How the hell had one little petite blond turned his world upside down?

Pulling back to gaze down into her eyes, Wulf studied her features. There was such confusion in his own blue depths that he obviously didn't know what to make of her. He knew he wanted her like no other woman before her but the why's alluded him.

"Lass, you make me crazy with need for you but you are obviously not of my world. It makes me wonder just why you are here and what your game is..... " he drawled low and fierce. "However, now that you are here.... I plan to make good use of the time.... I know one taste of you will never be enough but I plan to have you as many times as possible before this night is through. Make no mistake of that....."

Then, deciding that the time for words was past, Wulf proceeded to make good his words. If there was one thing the shifter had learned over the centuries, it was how to worship a females body. Pleasure was something to be given freely and he enjoyed ever little whimper and sigh he wrung out of the little goddess before he finally allowed their bodies to slide together in unison. Only when she was to exhausted and sore to move did he finally fall to the sheets beside her and pull her into his body to rest.

"Rest now, lass...I will watch over you..." he mummered just before the dawn touched the balcony windows.